Ethan’s “Procedure”—Bump-Free Baby
This is where our Thursday morning began.
Seven am in a waiting room. At Children’s National Center. For a bump.
I’ve pushed back this little procedure three times, but Stu and I finally decided to get it over with…no matter how terrified we were. We needed to rid The Peanut of the bump he’s sported on his left temple for at least a year…maybe since birth.
I noticed it while giving Ethan a bath when he was about six months old. It wasn’t hard but was firm and not-so-small. Our pediatrician wasn’t too worried and wanted to just watched it for a while. Finally, at his 15 month visit, we were given the name of a top pediatric plastic surgeon at Children’s—the bump wasn’t going away on it’s own.
Dr. Boyajian was sure the bump was a dermoid cyst—not uncommon and easy to remove. And while we weren’t worried about cosmetic purposes, he recommended it be removed so we could make sure it wasn’t something more serious.
So after my multiple reschedules, we finally arrived at our surgery date yesterday.
Children’s National is made for kids, so Ethan was in the best hands and as comfortable as possible, though at some points you couldn’t tell. Like when they took his vitals…he freaked. But the extremely friendly and patient nurses were wonderful and understanding.
As we donned yellow gowns and heard heart rate monitor noises, we had PTSD-esque NICU flashbacks.
NICU quarantine —January 2010
We had a bit (2 hours) of a wait, during which we kept him as happy as possible with videos, his choo choo, and books. The videos were key, they were the only thing that really calmed him down.
Suddenly, just when The Peanut’s hunger and thirst was really kicking in, it was time.
We followed the nurse and anesthesiologist into the enormous operating room and laid our perfect baby on the table. I sang Twinkle as he breathed in the laughing gas and quickly fell asleep.
It was a helpless feeling…watching your tiny boy fall asleep then just leaving him there, surrounded by strangers and bright lights. We didn’t handle our walk back to the waiting room all that well.
After an hour or so Dr. B told us everything went well. The bump WAS in fact a dermoid cyst and he was able to remove it completely—it won’t be coming back.
The Peanut is now completely bump-free!
And woke up like a champ. Very baby-like for a half hour, wanting me to feed him his sippy of milk which he guzzled down before sucking dry a whole box of apple juice. Poor boy was starving! The wonderful recovery nurses had us out of there in less than an hour and by the time we were home The Peanut was almost back to normal.
We were told kids came out of anesthesia faster than adults and Ethan proved them right. For the next hour I tried to encourage quiet activities like watching Mickey Mouse Club House in bed, but he of course couldn’t resist standing up and dancing to the “Hot Dog” song.
In another half hour, Little Man was good as new, playing with toys, climbing on the couch, and talking up a storm.
I can say for sure Stu and I were more traumatized by this ordeal than Ethan. We were exhausted from the emotional roller coaster of a morning. But we are so glad it’s over and he’s a healthy guy.
So here’s hoping we don’t see the inside of a hospital for a long time! Ethan is bump free, I will do my best to avoid any more home improvement store accidents, and Stu will be safe during his Tough Mudder on Saturday.